It's so depressing and utterly exhausting.
My dear mum has Alzheimer's. She was diagnosed back in 2018 and from that time we obviously knew she'd never get better. The first few years weren't too bad. Sadly she already had a pacemaker due to heart issues and was bent over with osteoporosis, this has only worsened over the years.
She is now in the advancing stages of the dementia but thankfully stays her same kind, smiley, joyful self and still knows who we all are (but it is starting).
Last year a breast cancer diagnosis blindsided us and I thought she was on borrowed time then but the medication is keeping it at bay and even shrinking her tumour. The breast oncologist is happy with everything.
Sadly, two weeks ago she took a fall and alongside several smaller injuries she has fractured her neck. It was all very much doom and gloom in A&E and I thought she was a on her way out then but a two week stay on a ward and we are now told she should be ok if she keeps her neck brace on for a further 6 weeks. We are now trying to get her discharged but as she will need a care package this is taking forever to arrange so we are really not sure when she'll come home. It's a nightmare getting any answers from staff at the hospital.
I fear this is the start of the end though. I just can not see how her poor, frail 82 year old body and mind can put up with much more.
Every time we face a set back I fall deeper into this long goodbye, this anticipatory grief. It's so draining. I am so depressed, so low and feel rotten every day. My decades long IBS is in overdrive, I have a poorly stomach every day, feel nauseous every day and really rotten. I just want to lay in my bed and sleep all day long.
I hate dementia it is truly wicked. I despise what it's done to mum, my poor dad and my sister and I. I hate the thought of losing the one person who always had my back, my lovely mum who I class as one of my best friends. I sob every time I think about her.
It's been such a long drawn out pain and it's still not begun. We've still got the 'proper' grieving to face one day.
How do you push yourself through the dark days when you know what is to come?